the drum

The drum within my chest

beats its tune in singular voice

amongst a crowd of many.

It slows and speeds in step with my mood

before that is even known to me.

My timekeeper,

my emotional witness,

this pulsing heart in sacred dance,

matches my step

moment by moment,

thought by thought,

action by action.

My timeless companion,

most loyal to me

though I pay it no heed

most of the time.

Unseen,

Unnoticed,

I count on its steady cadence

not to hiccup,

but to fill my being

with its magnificent beat.

 

(c) 2017   Iris B. Struller